Of The Beholder

Short Poem

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
A broken home from which my soul yearns to roam
And even though my spirit is low
I feel high today
Lost in my lucid dream-land where I can spread wings and fly away
Imagination is his best friend, that man in the mirror
Can you tell that my surroundings has changed me?
I see a storm approaching in the distance
Funny
Didn’t think it could get much better
What a delight!! :)
But then again.....
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.